Song of a Nightingirl by Mrs. Grown Heats
1
My wart breaks and an oozy something stains
His pen's as though of menses I can't bunk
Or hindered some dull hiccup to the brains
Nun's limit past and draught of sex I drunk.
O, it is not through envy of thy lusty cot
But being too sloppy in thine naughtiness
That thou, sight-winked buffoon at the sprees
In some perennial spot
Of Big Ben keen and sparrows numberless
Singest of fucking in full throated peace.
2
O, for a drop of colostrum that hath been
Stored a long age for the deep delved birth,
Tasting of oral and the remnant scene
Dance and blunder song and half-torn cloth.
O, for a speaker full in his warm mouth,
Full in the true the blushful lips at teen
With seeded pumpkins touching chin and him
And serpent hissed mirth
That I might do and taste his balls unseen
And from thee wade away into the jungle dim!
3
I cannot see what manhood is for my treat
Nor what loft scrotum hangs in between thighs
But in the castrated darkness guess each teat
Wherewith the reasonable ones, good size
The lass, the harlot and the opening wide
Black! Ha! Prone! And the spinster's waist-lantern,
Fast luring maiden made up for knaves,
The mid June's youngest bride,
The charming black boss pledged of kissing mine,
The humorous chant of breast when rubs and heaves!
4
Bygone, the very guy is like a knell
Do call me back from you to his mole shelf.
Adieu! The rat flea cannot suck so well,
Ass, she is famed to do, receiving elf.
Adieu, adieu thy shrunken penis fades
Past the rear seduce, over the nude teams
Dicks the hill heights, and now it is lowered deep
In the retreating trade
Was it a lesson or a dating deem?
Fled is my menses, will they rape or sleep?
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